The dare, p.1
The Dare, page 1
Blurb
Have you ever dreamed of touching your boss?
Seducing him at work?
Is it only me?
Could be…
Cause Zack is the best-looking man I have ever met.
He’s a fantasy come to life, and I have to put myself through the torture of working with every single day.
Close, but never close enough to touch him…
But, that doesn’t mean I won’t try.
It sounds crazy,
I know it is not going to be easy.
And I am gonna go all out to grab his attention.
But, Zack has secrets…
A hidden life that no one seems to know.
And as with all secrets, they always come back to bite you.
Only this time, it might be me more than him who suffers, making me regret ever…
The Dare.
Index
Chapter 1 – Latesha
Chapter 2 – Zack
Chapter 3 – Latesha
Chapter 4 – Zack
Chapter 5 – Latesha
Chapter 6 – Zack
Chapter 7 – Latesha
Chapter 8 – Zack
Chapter 9 – Latesha
Chapter 10 – Zack
Chapter 11 – Latesha
Chapter 12 – Zack
Chapter 13 – Latesha
Chapter 14 – Zack
Chapter 15 – Latesha
Chapter 16 – Zack
Chapter 17 – Latesha
Chapter 18 – Zack
Chapter 19 – Latesha
Chapter 20 – Zack
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Chapter 1 – Latesha
Oh my God, Zack Ward is so hot. So unbearably good looking that it actually hurts. I can hardly stand to look at him because of the sizzle the sight of the tall, dark, and incredibly handsome man has shooting through my body. And when he looks at me with those piercing green eyes of his… forget it. I fall apart. The pulsing between my thighs becomes damn near overwhelming. I honestly don’t know how to keep disguising my feelings from him, which is incredibly difficult because Zack is my boss, so I have to look at him a lot.
I smile to myself, remembering our job interview where I first got to see this man, and how he impacted on me immediately. Straight out of college this was one of my first interviews and I was so happy to get the position. I thought that it would be fun to work under a hottie every single day. I didn’t realize how much it would torture me. It’s crazy how much of a struggle it is to remain in my seat every day, to not straddle him at work…
Oh God, it would be so hot to screw around with Zack in the office. It would be flaming. A real fantasy come true and I have to say I’m big on sexy fantasies. I like them a lot and acting them out is always awesome. If only Mr. Ward would give me anything back, then it could happen, but he frustratingly keeps to himself. Admittedly, I can’t give him my A game because we have to work together, but he still gives me nothing back.
I need to speak to my best friend before I end up losing my head over this man.
Latesha: Hey roomie, I’m dying here. Mr. Ward is looking on fire as always…
Tracey: Keep it together. Not much longer and the work day will be over.
Latesha: I’m thinking about upping my flirting game. Maybe leave him a sexy surprise.
Tracey: Oh God, what are you thinking? You can be wild, Latesha. Remember this is your job.
Latesha: How about I leave him a sexy picture or something like that? That could be fun, right?
Tracey: Fun, but dangerous. Think about the risk before you do anything.
I smirk to myself as I consider actually following through on that. That would be a clear message, wouldn’t it? An indication that my flirting really means something and that I’m leaving the ball in his court, waiting to see what he’s going to do. But I don’t know if I will. Tracey might be far more straight laced than me, but she’s sensible as well and keeps me on the straight and narrow when I might go over the edge. This is why I message her to get her input because I need to know what’s the best thing to do.
“Oh, but I want to get him,” I groan to myself. “I want Zack Ward to be mine.”
The next time my eyes meet him, I see him rising from his desk which means the end of the day is here. Mr. Ward seems to be the only boss in the world who leaves the office first. He exits at the same time every single day without fail, no matter what is going on. I’m his assistant and I’m always here later than him.
I drop my cell phone quickly and act like I’m working hard because I don’t want him to catch me making personal texts messages during work hours, especially since they are about him. I rapidly send off a bunch of emails and suck in a breath as he gathers up his belongings, and he walks past me.
Oh God, there it is. That sizzle. He always shoots electricity through me in a way that I can hardly handle. I can’t stop myself from trembling because of him. He must be able to see it, surely? I can’t be that discrete. But he never says anything. Zack is as stoic as always, focused only on his work. I might as well be invisible to him which is so annoying. I mean, other guys see me. I get compliments from other men, I’m told that I’m sexy as well, that I’m desirable… but typically, the man who doesn’t want me, is the one I do want. What a mess.
“I’m leaving now,” he says behind me, his chocolatey smooth voice trickling down my spine. “Are you finished up here, Latesha? Is there anything that you need a hand with?”
“I’m good.” I swivel in my chair and smile up at him.” I just need to finish up here then I’m done.”
Zack grins at me, the sort of smile that lights up his whole face, even popping the dimples in his cheeks. My heart flutters for him, I feel even more turned on by him than I did five minutes ago. My fingers squeeze up by my side because I can’t grab on to him and hold him however much I want to. My thighs clamp together as well because I’m afraid that he can sense my desire from all the way over there.
“Right, well I will be going then.” He checks his watch like he’s already running late. “See you later.”
I watch him go, my heart thumping painfully against my rib cage as he does. I can’t stop myself from admiring his ass as he leaves. He really is the perfect specimen of a man and I so need him now.
“Urgh, this is killer.” Once he’s gone, my head falls on to my desk. “I want him, why doesn’t he want me too? Why can’t we just fool around and see if there is something really here between us?”
I mean, it could be just a physical connection, it could just be some sexual chemistry that we need to get out of our systems. Once we hook up, this might go. I can’t see it, but it’s possible. In which case, we can have our fun and then move on with our lives. Work will be a hundred times easier that way.
Once everyone else has filtered out of the office, I find myself idly walking in to Zack’s room, just to sit in his chair. Sometimes I like to just sit where he does and inhale him deeply because it brings me closer to him. Only this time as I take the seat, I can’t stop thinking about the naughty idea I had before, about the picture. Sure, Tracey warned me against the idea, and I do understand the risks, but I want it to happen as well. It will certainly take things up another notch and potentially push us together. It could be the trigger.
I bring Zack’s computer to life and flick on his web cam, just considering the idea a little bit more seriously. I see myself on the screen and I guess because I’m clouded in a fog of lust, I have to admit that I’m a little turned on by the sight of myself on his PC. The idea that he might see this makes it more thrilling.
Without even thinking much about it, I hit the record button, creating a video rather than a picture and I blow Zack a kiss. I even roll the straps of my dress down and let my breasts pop free. I don’t often wear a bra to work and it’s because I like the idea of him one day stripping me off. Just like this actually…
In my head, the fantasy becomes him, and I watch my fingers tugging my dress right down. I even wink at my refection as I lift my ass up and I tug it all the way off, dragging my lacy panties down as well. Sure, this is even naughtier than I originally planned to be but spending all day at work so close to Zack is like constant fore play without any release. Now it’s time for me to get exactly what I need. I’m hungry for it.
“Oh, Zack,” I whisper as I spread my thighs and I slip my fingers between my soaking wet folds. My free hand runs over my breasts, tweaking my nipples, and knotting up in my hair as I stroke myself in to an oblivion. Watching myself circling my clit and plunging my fingers deep within me is hot as all hell, like seeing myself in a porn movie. That might not be a direct fantasy of mine that I have considered before, but I like it a lot.
My body looks good, my curves feel good, my fingers which I’m picturing as Zack send my head spinning, and it isn’t long before I’m slack jawed and seeing stars. The pressure of pleasure building rapidly within me, it stiffens up my body, I know that I can’t contain it for too long. As phenomenal as this is, I can’t keep myself right on the peak of the mountain, because the wave is coming to knock me off the edge, in to the abyss of bliss.
“Shit,” I cry out as the orgasm shatters through me, as it bucks my hips and causes me to writhe all the way through it. Zack’s chair is the only thing keeping me connected to the planet and I am so grateful for it. “Oh God.”
I can hardly breathe, I can hardly think, I am a raw, vulnerable state. But that was hot as hell and a whole lot of fun, so while I am swimming through the post orgasmic blis s, I stop recording and I play it to myself. I don’t know what it is, but I just want to see it. I need to see exactly what Zack does to me…
“Wow,” I whisper to myself with a giggle. “What an end to the day.”
I kind of imagine Zack watching it, not that he ever will. The video is just for me, not him, however much I would like it to be him. It’s sexy. I just know that it would turn him on and I’m sure our fling, whether it be short term or long term, to kick off at last. I even watch it one more time trying to see it through his eyes as I tug my panties and my dress back on, giggling headily to myself as I do. I must honestly be insane.
“I like being naughty,” I declare, as if I’m justifying myself to Tracey for my actions. “It’s fun. And why shouldn’t I do what I want? No one is getting hurt. No one has to see this video anyway…”
I stop in my tracks as I hear the door banging open, someone coming back in to the office. My pulse starts pounding once more, only this time it’s with fear not excitement. It could be Zack coming back to work which means I definitely can’t get caught in his office. In the heat of panic, I switch his computer off and rush over to my desk to act like I’m just finishing up what I told him I was doing.
“Oh, hi, Latesha.” Thank goodness, it’s Emma, the cleaning lady. I should have known that it would be her coming. “I’m just about to hover. Do you need me to wait if you haven’t quite finished up yet?”
All I can think about is my need to get out of here before I end up doing something wild once more, only this time I will end up getting caught I’m sure of it. “No, thank you, Emma. I’m done now. On my way home.”
“Okay,” she smiles, none the wiser. “Well, have a nice evening. I will see you tomorrow.”
I blow out a breath of relief as I finally escape that building and the sexual thrill I feel Zack inside of there. That was one hell of a day and it’s probably better that it’s over.
Chapter 2 – Zack
“Daddy!” My four-year-old daughter, Amelia, races over to me with her sun shine smile spread across her face. As she jumps in to my arms, all the issues of the day simply melt away. My child’s love really has that effect on me. She’s the reason that I get out of bed every single morning. “You’re home.”
“I am. Home at last.” I snuggle against her and find myself grinning to myself because I’m so glad to be back in my house. “And how are you, Amelia? Have you had a good day with Granny?”
“We had a wonderful day,” my mother replies with a gorgeous smelling plate of food in her hands. “We did a lot of painting and craft activities which was… well, messy but a lot of fun as well.”
“I can imagine,” I chuckle happily. I don’t mind mess in the house as long as my baby girl is happy. I would absolutely love to be the one at home doing craft activities with her, but unfortunately, I need to work. “Well, I will get everything clean once Amelia is in bed. Dinner smells delicious and I am starving.”
“Oh, you don’t need to worry about that,” Mom insists. “Me and Amelia already tidied up.”
“Mom, you are way too good to me. I really don’t know what I would do without you.”
That statement is far too true. I really wouldn’t be able to survive without my mother here. She helped me to pick up the pieces of my life when everything fell apart just over three years ago, and she has stuck around ever since. Without her getting us back on track, I don’t know what we would have done when Karen walked out on us. Not only me and our relationship, which I thought was mostly okay to be honest, and our daughter as well. Even the beautiful little Amelia wasn’t enough to get Karen to stick around.
No, partying was more important than parenting. She wanted to be out on the town and hooking up with whatever guy crossed her path than being at home with me and Amelia. I have to say that the revelation destroyed me. It killed me and left me with a young baby to raise alone whilst also managing my own business.
Without my mother stepping in to help me with Amelia and the house, I don’t know where I would be now… and as for her home cooking… well, what guy doesn’t love his mother’s home cooking?
“I don’t like carrots,” Amelia declares in a haughty tone as we all take our seats at the dining table. “So, Granny said that I don’t have to eat them. She hasn’t put any on my plate. Look, Daddy.”
I see the thin slithers of carrot that my mom has snuck on to Amelia’s plate which I know that she’ll get away with because she did the same trick on me to get me to eat healthy food and I laugh. “You’re lucky.”
“I know.” She beams at me. “Granny said that you have to eat yours because you’re a grown up.”
“Oh, well that doesn’t seem fair to me. If I’m a grown up, then I should be allowed to do what I want…”
Mom smiles at me proudly as me as me and Amelia tease one another over dinner. The one good thing to come from this whole mess is that I have a much closer relationship with my daughter than I would if Karen were still here. I might have assumed that me and her were good at the time, which is why her leaving was so hard for me but looking back with hind sight I can see that I had to give so much of myself to the relationship. It was such a challenge to keep her happy that everything else melted away. Amelia might have been lost in that.
But Karen isn’t here so I can give everything to Amelia. That’s the same reason I don’t date anyone else either. I have to give everything that I can to the life that I have right now, to my family.
Eventually, after dinner, my mother heads to her apartment on the left-hand side of my house, which used to be the guest house until I found myself alone, and I go through the bed time routine with Amelia. We play for a while, then I bathe her, and read her a story in bed. Amelia hugs me a lot through all of this, clinging to me, especially at the part of the story which talks about the character’s mother. Mom’s are impossible to avoid in children’s stories, and it always makes me feel guilty, because I’m sure that Amelia is becoming more self-aware. She’s going to eventually realize that her mother isn’t around, and she will want to know why. I’m dreading the day when she will blame herself and wonder why she wasn’t enough to make her mother stick around.
I won’t have the answers for her. Nothing satisfying anyway, and it’s going to be really hard on both of us. My mother will be able to help with that as well, but again, I will be her father and she her grandmother. Neither of us will be the woman who she really wants which scares me. I don’t know how to make it right.
I would do anything for Amelia, which only leaves me with more questions when it comes to Karen. How could she not want the same for her daughter as well? How could she not care enough? I torture myself with these questions all the time when I’m at home. I wind myself up with questions about Karen over and over again.
I sneak out of the bed as Amelia finally drifts off to sleep in the middle of the story, and I tip toe across her room to flick her light off. But before I darken the room, I stop for a couple of seconds and admire my girl proudly, happy to have her with me. In all of the mess that has come with Karen, Amelia is the one out come that I can be happy with. I wouldn’t change my daughter for anything in the world. I adore her.
And it’s because I adore her that I eventually leave the bedroom because I have a phone call to make. One that’s very challenging for me, that I don’t really want to make, but that I have to for Amelia.
Ring, ring… Ring, ring… Ring, ring…
I pace up and down the living room with anxiety coursing through my veins as I wait for the phone to be answered. I make these calls a lot, but I never know which way it’s going to go, nor do I know what way I want it to go. Either outcome scares the living shit out of me which only makes it weirder…
“Hey there, Zack”.” Finally, Terry, my private investigator answers. “I was just about to call you.”
My heart leaps up in to my throat. “What does that mean? You have something? You have found her?”
The life that I have now with Amelia spins through my mind and I imagine it being shattered in to a million pieces. If I didn’t think that my daughter might want to know what happened to her mother at some point, then I wouldn’t bother trying to track her down. But I need Amelia to know that I tried my best.
